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I'm in a crazy state of mind |
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Another solitary space |
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You take a picture there |
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Hoping they won't stop to look inside |
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And as I stand here with this face |
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Words just don't flow as they should |
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In all that I have been |
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I don't amount to much without the proof |
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Oh |
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There is more about you |
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Than all the cameras see |
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There is more |
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Another solitary space |
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They'll beat you at the marketplace |
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They're taking pictures |
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They're hoping they can catch a glimpse of proof |
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Into another part of town |
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Turning wheels to meet the ground |
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When you look long enough |
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Your words and explanations die |
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You change |
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There is more about you |
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Than all the cameras see |
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Once they begin to doubt you |
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It's make believe, make believe |
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Make believe made |
